God Rest Ye Merry Hippogriffs

To the tune of God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen a traditional christmas song.

God rest ye merry hippogriffs, let nothing you dismay
Remember Harry Potter was born midsummer’s day
To save us all from Voldemort who’d sworn the boy he’d slay
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy!

So to the Boy Who Lived, great Dumbledore then came
And bore him to his relatives who hardly knew his name
He grew up like his parentage with powers of the same
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy!

Now to the fates be grateful, all you within this place
Harry is a wizard now, whom magic doth embrace
He’ll face the wrath of Voldemort—him from the Earth erase!
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy!


Submitted by Katriona Aislyn SeallachE